Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas shit to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga have a scheme (what else?)
in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father he gave you a dick
Should have a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!